We've had a busy week here in Babyland. It marked Micah's first cold and looking back it wasn't too bad. The big thing was sleep, or lack thereof. We had been getting on a great nighttime schedule, but that went out the window for five or six days as my poor little guy couldn't breathe so well.
I quickly found out that there's not much you can do for a simple cold. They took decongestants for infants off the market, so basically it's a waiting game with comfort measures. We spent the duration of the cold suctioning the ever-flowing boogers, humidifying his room, propping up his crib mattress so he could breathe better, steaming up the bathroom while Micah was in it, giving him some Tylenol for those aches and pains (he never spiked a fever), and of course he received extra love and attention from his aunties and uncles and grandma and grandpa because of his pitiful state!
Two big indicators enlightening us to the fact that he really was sick: he let us hold him like a baby (cradle position) and he fell asleep that way (he did this first with Auntie Kristina) and he let us rock him to sleep, which we have never been able to do. So while it was sad seeing him cough and hearing his stuffy nose, it was very nice getting in some extra cuddle time.
And now, he is all better for the most part and is sleeping so well again. However, Daddy is sick, Mommy has a little cough, Grandma and Grandpa are feeling under the weather, and Grandma Rita has a scratchy throat. The culprit? Probably Micah!